Today is the 3rd anniversary of Hunter Thompson’s suicide. Since he is quite a literary hero for some of us I thought I remember it by sending his suicide note – probably his final written words.
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt.
(The “title” of the note was Football Season Is Over.)